Friday, January 27, 2012
Chris’s January 5th
blog, Thoughts On Stuff: Trash or
Treasure, (http://www.4broadminds.blogspot.com/search/label/Chris) got me thinking about the things we hold onto and the things we let go.
My mom moved a lot in the last 15 years of her life. First she sold the 4 bedroom row house where we grew up and she rented a much smaller two bedroom row. Over the next 10 years, she moved 3 more times to smaller apartments. Each move required her to shed stuff and she
coined the term “squoozing down” for this process of giving up the precious bits and pieces she had accumulated over the years.
Each time she squooze down and again when she died, my siblings and I acquired more of her treasures. Among mine, I count her antique library table, hosier cabinet, and hope chest, a
chipped green ceramic vase that leaks, her red polo I never wear but that hangs front and center in my closet, and the sparkly snow-white mama hugging her baby I selected from Mom’s snowman collection.
Ok, so far pretty normal, right?
When she died we emptied closets and drawers, packed box after box of her knickknacks, clothes and housewares to donate to the senior center and other charities. Most of it, I let go without undue agony. Yet when I came across a tattered envelop with my cousin’s name scrawled in my mom’s handwriting, I could not let it go. I store stamps in it in my desk drawer. I also still have the last dozen or so emails she sent me. Maybe strangest of all, Mom’s phone number is still stored on my cell phone.
February 8th will be the fourth anniversary of her death. The phone number must belong to someone else by now.
So what keeps me from hitting delete to erase the word Mom and her number from my phone?